Chapter 12
Dakota
My breath caught with the press of Mason’s lips and I knew he heard it, the way I felt him smile against my skin. He skimmed his mouth along my jaw, his breath warm on the shell of my ear. A shiver worked through my muscles in a wave, creeping over my desperate body, turning me into a mess for him.
“Slutty little thing,” he murmured. “So desperate. So easy.”
Only easy for you.
I just want to feel something, feel you, feel all the terrible things we could be together.
I was panting as he kissed me, his tongue sweeping over the seam of my lips, pushing into my mouth. The wind coming off the ocean made my hair drift around us, the softness brushing my cheeks.
Mason’s fingers hooked into the waistband of my jeans and he harshly yanked me forward, dragging me onto his lap so I was straddling him. He moved his hands lower to grip my hips, to slap my ass. I flinched at the quick pain spreading warmth into my muscles.
But he kept groping me, kissing me like he couldn’t get close enough, hardly giving me enough space to breathe.
Too fast. Too rough.
My arms looped around his neck, fingers raking through his hair, tongue fighting his.
He tasted so good and felt so good and everything felt so good; my head was floating and my heart was beating way too fast in my chest, like a bird trapped in a cage, wings beating furiously.
I wanted his hands all over me, grabbing me, taking me, making me feel so fucking much I couldn’t think straight.
He groaned when I started to grind on him and I felt the sound all the way down to my toes. One of his palms slid up my spine, anchoring at the base of my skull with his fingers wrapped around the back of my neck.
“This fucking mouth, Dakota,” he growled. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about. I’m gonna fuck that determined little pout right off you.”
If I’d been able to think, I might’ve felt shy because of what he was saying, but I couldn’t think at all. All that existed in my brain was need. A physical, raw, filthy need.
His erection was big and thick between my thighs, pushing at the fabric of his pants. I wedged my boots against a ridge on the rock to get leverage while I rode his lap and kissed him deeper. My nipples were hard against the cups of my bra, my body aching for more, for him. I felt so empty.
“You think about my mouth?”
“I do more than think, baby.”
He flicked his tongue against my top lip before biting the bottom one, one of his hands slipping under my sweater and up my stomach, over my ribs, to cup my breast over my bra.
He palmed me, squeezed me, kneading my flesh with his fingers before switching to the other breast and pushing his thumb under the cup of my bra to brush over my hard nipple.
I moaned into his mouth, breathless.
Mason started pinching my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, lightly tugging. I was so hot I felt like I might burst into flames, but somehow his body was even hotter. His bottomless depth scent wrapped around us, infiltrating my nose and overwhelming my senses.
It was fitting because with Mason, I was always in over my head.
Way over my head.
The cliffs felt taller with him, the beach more expansive, the ocean deeper, the wind stronger, the clouds darker.
I scratched my nails along his scalp, pulling his hair a little, dragging my nails down the back of his neck. The muscles in his back and shoulders flexed as I greedily moved my hands over the bulk of them, feeling every perfectly carved inch of his body.
He broke off the kiss, instantly sealing his lips to my neck and sucking my skin into his mouth.
I moaned, arching my neck for him. His tongue was hot and wet, dragging along my throat, over my racing pulse. The strength of his hands grabbing my body was making me dizzy. I loved it and I feared it in equal measures.
My knife was still in my purse. The knife I cut him with.
He shoved me off his lap.
Mason widened his legs and shifted his hips, then he pushed me down until I was kneeling in front of him, my knees on the dark sand and my hair gathered in his fist.
He helped me get his pants open and then tugged down the elastic waistband of his boxers. God, help me.
His dick was so goddamn perfect.
Big and hard and heavy and so fucking hot in my palm.
I bent forward, barely hesitating before flattening my tongue to the smooth head of his cock, licking off the bead of precum there.
Then I swallowed him down as best as I could, sealing my lips around him while letting my saliva get everything slick.
One of my hands wrapped around the base of his cock and I looked up at his face through my eyelashes.
I could see how much he liked it, the sight of me here on my knees before him.
Tears glassing over my irises, my lips shiny and swollen, my tongue licking all over his length, the raging ocean behind me.
Be rougher. Use me like you want to.
His gaze matched mine, the tension between us pulling taut in the air. I was begging him with my eyes, praying he could see my wicked desires in my dilated pupils. The things I’d never dared to want with anyone else.
Force me.
He held the back of my head and started guiding me up and down his cock until I was choking on it. He felt so good on my tongue, sliding into my throat like I was just a warm hole for him to fuck. My head bobbed over his length, my hand working with my mouth as everything got slicker.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “You feel so fucking good.”
I could tell he was getting closer by the way his breathing got harsher, the way his fingers knotted more tightly in my hair. It made me wet.
Mason reached down to pinch my nose, cutting off all my air, and my eyes rolled back.
He’s about to come in my fucking mouth. He used his grip on my hair to hold me down, pushing himself deeper into my throat, making me gag.
Saliva was dripping from the corner of my mouth, my nails digging into his thighs, tears sliding down my flushed cheeks.
With one final pump into my mouth, hot cum pulsed out of him onto my tongue.
My nose was still pinched shut and my mouth stretched around him while I swallowed everything he gave me.
When he finally finished, he released me and I sat up, knowing my face was a mess.
“So messy. So perfect,” he murmured. He cupped my face with both hands, sweeping his thumbs over my cheeks to catch my tears.
Then he tucked himself back into his pants and stood up, motioning for me to come with him. My pussy was still goddamn throbbing, aching for something. But I obeyed him.
He turned around and bent his legs a little, then I jumped up on his back, his hands grabbing under my thighs to hold me up. Then he started to walk us back up the beach, up the rocks that lead up to the parking lot, my heavy boots swinging with each step.
I rested my face on his shoulder, staring at the view of the ocean until it disappeared past the cliffs.
When we got to the car, Mason laid me flat on my back in the backseat, leaving the door open while he stood outside and blocked the view of anyone who might show up—not that anyone would show up.
This place was totally deserted. And the angle of the road made it so people traveling wouldn’t be able to see what we were doing very well.
Mason popped the button open on my jeans and pulled down the zipper before telling me to lift my hips. He tugged my jeans and underwear down my thighs, then pushed up my sweater and bra so I was exposed for him.
Then he bent forward and kissed me so hard it made my head spin.
“Did you think I’d be selfish?” he questioned.
“Maybe.”
“Not today.”
One of his hands went between my legs and the other covered my breast. He shoved a finger inside of me, using his thumb to rub my clit while he played with my nipples. I was squirming on the seat, arching into him, whimpering and moaning as he made a mess of me.
“I’m too greedy not to see you like this every chance I get,” Mason said. “All needy and pliant and soft for me.”
He pinched my nipple and wedged another finger into my pussy, changing the angle of his hand so I could grind on his palm.
And I did.
I fucking did.
I planted my boots on the edge of the seat and bucked my hips, riding his hand as best as I could, swearing under my breath.
My hands went to his hair as he leaned down to suck my nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tip. I tossed my head back, my eyes squeezed shut, my core tightening.
Mason dragged his mouth all over my chest, sucking my tits and leaving dark hickeys across my skin. He was breathing heavily now, too. I wondered if he was hard again.
A light layer of sweat broke out along my back, slick on the leather seat, and dampened my hairline. I kept rolling my hips, Mason’s fingers curling deep inside of me, stroking the spot I felt in my stomach. My clit was so swollen and the pressure of his palm was so good.
I dug my teeth into my lower lip as Mason licked up my breast, closing his mouth over my nipple, kissing and licking and sucking on me. His tongue felt like heaven. Torturous, sinful, perfect heaven.
I was breathing hard, my pussy squeezing his fingers, my chest rising and falling fast.
I was about to come so hard.
Everything tightened in my body, the pleasure burning hotter and hotter low in my belly. I could hardly breathe as I neared the edge. It was like I was suspended in time, stuck in this moment of never-ending pleasure. Everything shrank to a single point, to that incredible feeling.
And then it exploded.
My orgasm flowed over my body in waves, enveloping me, washing over me again and again. I might’ve been saying Mason’s name, but I couldn’t be sure.
When I finally, came down and stopped spasming on his fingers, the car felt quiet.
Mason kissed me again and I felt my eyelids sliding closed. I was so tired, like all the stress of the past couple weeks was finally catching up to me.
He pulled up my jeans and underwear, zipping and buttoning me up, then kissed my tits a few more times before pulling my bra back down, followed by my sweater. My hair was splayed out on the leather and I rolled over onto my side, tucking my legs up on the seat.
I felt so…good.
Sleepy and limp and sated. It was starting to get dark outside, the sky turning a hazy shade of purple. Oxytocin was soothing my brain, lulling me into the pleasant cloud of the afterglow.
Mason went around the car, started it, then climbed in the backseat with me. He let me lay my head on his lap, his fingers running gently through my hair. My eyelids fluttered shut and I adjusted my position to lay my cheek more comfortably on his thigh.
What am I doing?
It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I think I like this.
Mason’s fingertips skimmed along the edge of my hairline, brushing a few strands off my cheek. His thigh was warm and strong against the side of my face.
Vaguely, I remembered I had homework I needed to do before the end of the week.
What I’d learned over my years of Chem E was that I couldn’t put assignments off until the last minute—I literally would not get them done.
Sometimes it was even physically impossible.
Like in my Bioinformatics class last year; we were building some machine-learning models on python, and it took almost a full hour for my computer to run the final code one time.
And that didn’t even factor in the time required to identify and fix the errors I’d only learn about after letting my program run to completion.
Not that I was taking any machine-learning classes now, but the point still stood. I just didn’t want to think about schoolwork right now…or ever. I was miserable most of the time, trying my absolute hardest just to make C’s.
Earning a chemical engineering degree with no friends had to be some sort of psychological torture. It sure felt like it.
Mila counted, of course, but she didn’t know anything about what I was learning. It was simply a different world. Sometimes I thought it might’ve been easier if I had a few friends in my major, a few people to complain with, to bounce ideas off of, to study with.
But I didn’t, and it was a little late for that now.
The most interesting part of this whole experience was Dr. Killshaw, and it wasn’t like I knew him or anything. He was just incredibly attractive, and reminded me of Mason somehow.
“What are you thinking about?” Mason said in a low voice, the pads of his fingers moving to smooth out the lines between my brows. I didn’t realize my frustration had been showing on my face.
I relaxed my muscles, rubbed my cheek on his pants.
“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m tired.” Saying the word aloud triggered a yawn, heaviness infusing my body. Honestly, I was past tired at this point; I was exhausted. Running myself ragged with work and school and worrying about way too much shit.
One of the things I’d been worrying about was currently lifting the hem of my sweater to scratch my back, which was…nice.
God, when was the last time anyone had touched me like this?
Goosebumps broke out along my skin, making me shiver.
“You gonna fall asleep?”
I shook my head, yawning again, my eyes shut tight and my brain slowing down.
My body was melting into the seat. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt so relaxed.
With my eyes closed, I could pretend it was raining, and I could almost hear the imaginary drops on the roof of the car.
Pelting the windows, trapping me in here with this nightmare of a man.
“I hope not,” I murmured against his thigh.